(y/n) means (your name).
You're lying on the makeshift bed, Dan's gone out with Phil, you meant to ask them where they were going before they left but it must have slipped your mind. Your minds full with endless thoughts and possibilities, all as dark as hell. As you lie there you think about everything you've done wrong in your life, which made the bullies torture you, which made these permanent scars, which made the voices inside your head even louder.
You had known Dan since you were born, family friends. When he found out you had been kicked out of your halls, he offered you a place to stay. You could tell he was worried about you, he had seen the scars blistering both your arms. He didn't say anything, he just kept his eyes locked on them, scanning them all until you pulled your long sleeves down. You hadn't meant for him to see them, he'd walked in without asking. Oblivious of what lay ahead. After you'd covered up, his eyes found their way to match with yours, he had tears in his eyes. That was the last time you'd seen him before he has scurried off with Phil.
You pulled up your sleeves, you felt safe as you were alone. These scars counted for years of pain, you had become used to it, so much you didn't question why cut anymore, it came naturally. You reached into your backpack, side pocket, you got your beloved razor and put it down beside you. You reached for your phone and slid unlock, after a couple of seconds evanescence was seeping out of the speakers, there to keep you calm. If it was too silent then it would eat you up even more, break you. Picking up the razor, you slid it down your wrist, deeper than usual. The blood gushed out like a waterfall, all over the bed-sheets. Shit! Dan would know. You start sobbing hysterically, how did you become like this? So broken! So misunderstood, you can't even remember the last time you were happy. You felt like your lungs were caving in, the pain was unbearable. You blink out the salty water, blood mixed with tears surrounds you.
Suddenly arms engulf you, wrapped around you so tightly like they were afraid you were going to slip through their grasp. You didn't even bother to turn around, you recognized the scent, it was Dan. Your heart was racing but you closed your eyes and relaxed, slumping into his arms. You felt safe in his arms, like you weren't going to be whisked away into the darkness. He sobbed into your ear 'y/n, how could you do this to yourself? You're beautiful!' You sat there for what felt like forever, sobbing into each others necks, at some point Dan took his shirt off and wrapped it around your wrist. You looked up and noticed Phil was stood at the door, his mouth wide open. 'I never knew,' he gasped! He shouted 'I'll be right back!' and ran past the door. Minutes later he was back, with bandages and medical tape. You manage to speak in between sobs, 'Why do you have this? Why not just have plasters?' Dan's head dropped, Phil asked him, 'Do you want me to tell her? She needs to know!' Dan nodded and Phil looked you straight in the eyes, 'Dan has a bit of a history with cutting, a bad phase..' You looked over his shirtless body, you had been so busy crying you hadn't realized what you were crying into. Hundreds and hundreds of scars cuts, all over his torso. You didn't say anything, you didn't need to. You just pulled him closer and kissed his scars, butterfly kisses. Phil grabbed your wrist, you were shocked but then you realized what he was doing. He carefully took away Dan's blood dripping shirt and replaced it with bandages. He kissed your wrist and put it back on Dan's back. You both looked up at Phil and simultaneously whispered your thanks. Phil chuckled and responded, 'What am I going to do with you two?' You all laughed, you were going to get through this together.